Through the screen, through the bar
Through the cement fence out back
I can see through your yard
And a few miles beyond that
Lego trees planted so closely
It doesn't make much sense
Spacially, but I can see
They grow according to plan
All the doors screened and barred
For whatever happens next
And they painted them all
With a shade that is one less
Than cheerful
Some muted pink or muted green
Too much cool grey here for me
I'm seeing what I wanna see
At times I only notice, like, the death in things
The brown spots on bananas and my fears are only ripening
Sometimes I don't even notice when it's happening, happening
I'm afraid I'll miss all these days again
Afraid I'll never change who I am (na-na-na-na-na)
Don't be confused, you should take my thoughts in spite of me
My picture-perfect qualities (I'm a photogenic wannabe, it's true)
The gardener blows around the yard, picking up the mess
Kicking up my dirt instead, it's not rooted in the ground, oh
I'm blowing away like, I'm blowing away like
I'm blowing up inside, blowing today like
I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing up inside
Blowing today like, just blowing the good life
I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing the good life
I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing the good life
I'm blowing the good life, I'm blowing the good life (good life)
Good life, good life here, a good life
I have a good life, I have a good life
I have a good life, I have a good life
I have a good life, I have a good life here
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I think I'm a little strange at times
I think I need a little space sometimes
I think I feel so misplaced at times
I think I need to step away sometimes
Don't know, I don't know, don't know where to go
That's life, I suppose
I made friends with the barman, he put me in a coffin, coming here so often
Had a clue, but I lost it